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This is an alternity fic with heavy angst, dark themes, and YAOI, so if you are
under 18 or the legal age in your state or country, offended by m/m
relationships, or can not handle really dark literature, than leave now!! I
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CHAPTER SIX: Touch the Rain

Zelgadiss groaned as the alarm screamed in his ear. Pulling up
his head, he squinted to read seven a.m. on his clock.

"No one should have to get up at these times..." he
mumbled to himself.

Grudgingly, he slipped from the safety of his bed and searched
through the piles of clean and dirty laundry. Filtering out a white button up
shirt, brown slacks, and a red tie, he dressed in silence. Sitting on the bed,
he attached his brown suspenders and slipped on his black socks. He then stared
at the floor, thinking about the message on his answering machine.

"Two p.m. in the park. So Gourry Gabriev has finally broken
down. Must be something he really needs to get off his chest."

Zel sighed, going down the stairs and once again tripping over a
pile of papers.

"I really should clean..."

The chimera slipped on his shoes, grabbing his long trenchcoat,
badge, and handgun, and left his apartment. He had a lot to do, and the first
was to check in with Lina, which was something he was definitely not looking
forward too.

*****

Lina flinched as the voice on the end of the phone continued to
scream at the top of their lungs. She sighed, leaning back in her chair, holding
the piece away from her ear.

"And if this happens again, I'll see that the whole 14th
precinct is shut down!!" the voice echoed from the phone.

"Mayor Saillune, I apologize for any actions that occurred
against your daughter last night, but I assure you that Detective Greywars is a
completely capable teacher and an equally good officer."

"He brought my daughter home drunk!!! Dressed her like a
cheap hussy!!!"

"Mayor Saillune, I assure you that it was only an
incident..."

Lina's words were cut off by the soft rapping on her door. She
could tell from the shadow shape that it was Syphiel, and the person behind him
was definitely Zelgadiss. She covered the mouthpiece of the phone.

"Yes, Syphiel?"

"Sergeant Inverse, Detective Greywars is here to see
you." Syphiel said softly.

"Let him in."

Syphiel turned to Zel, giving him a sympathetic smile.

"She's been arguing with the mayor for the last half hour,
Detective Greywars."

"Great, that means I'm on potential suspension if things go
bad."

"Maybe even permanent, Detective." Syphiel barely
said.

"Excuse me?"

"I...I have to go..."

Syphiel clutched her folder to her chest and quickly walked past
Zelgadiss and to her office.

Zel swallowed and opened Lina's office door. Lina was rolling
her eyes and tapping her pencil over a file folder. This was already a bad sign
to Zelgadiss. Whenever she got like that, she was thoroughly upset.

Lina saw Zel and made a motion with her hand for him to sit
down. Zel did, feeling tense again. The comment Syphiel had made only a moment
before made it even more uneasy for him.

"Yes, mayor, I will talk to him. Yes, I know. Yes, I
realize that it was more than personal. Thank you again, mayor, I'll let you
know. Uh-huh...good-bye."

Lina set the phone down on the receiver very carefully. She
leaned back in her chair and twirled the pencil between her fingers.

"Detective, that was Mayor Saillune on the other
line." she said quietly.

The tone of Lina's voice sent an unconscious chill up
Zelgadiss's spine. He swallowed and could swear he could feel his heart
migrating into his throat.

"Oh?"

"He called to let me know that Detective Saillune was not
going to be in today due to intoxication. Now, please tell me, Detective. How
did you manage to get a junior rookie completely intoxicated on the first night
of her job?" Lina softly asked, the pencil continuing to move back and
forth between her fingers.

Zelgadiss sighed.

"I didn't know she was going to actually drink, chief. I
was apprehending the witness, I didn't know she was ingesting any alcohol."

"As I recall, Greywars, it is your job to make sure that
your understudy is safe at all times. That means that until she knows the ropes,
you have to risk losing some time with the case."

Zel frowned.

"And if you don't watch out for the understudy, their
father's call you up and threaten to shut down your whole precinct!!!" Lina
finally shouted, the pencil snapping perfectly in half and falling from her
fingers.

"Are you trying to get suspended, Greywars?! Is that it?! I
have been working on saving your butt on this force and the moment I take my
eyes off you, something like this happens!!"

"If the kid was ready for this, it wouldn't have
happened!"

"You forget who this kid is! This is the daughter of the
man who kept you out of prison!!! This man is the one I had to wheel and deal
with to make sure that charges were dropped! And you go out and let his daughter
get wasted!"

Zel turned around and threw up his arms, frustrated.

"I didn't ask for a companion, Lina!! I'm terrible with
partners. Yah, I'm sorry Ameria got drunk, but it's not like she had a bullet in
her shoulder!!!"

Zel winced, unconsciously rubbing his left shoulder, his fingers
tracing a small pattern where the upper arm and shoulder met.

Lina sighed, slumping down in her chair. She let her head fall
back and Zel could almost hear her whistling, something she did when she was
deep in thought.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity of silence, she spoke.

"Okay, I believe you, Greywars. I realize that Ameria
should have had the sense not to drink anything. But I also see the mayor's
point of view. His only daughter is enrolled in one of the most dangerous fields
in Worthing, and he's entrusted her with a person, to put it blatantly, that he
absolutely hates."

Zelgadiss turned around, his hand dropping from his shoulder. He
sighed softly, running his fingers through his lavender hair. He walked back to
his chair and sat down.

"Am I on suspension, then?"

"No, we can't afford to have you off this case, Zel. We got
some news from a couple of our narcs down in The Maze. Gourry Gabriev does work
for Xellos Metallia. But, that's all they could find out about him. But, there
was some rumors going around that something happened at The Night Dweller last
night, that Xellos looked pretty shook up to some of the patrons."

"Nothing occurred while we were there, but I did find the
mysterious Gourry Gabriev."

"Yah, her name is Filia Ul Copt. She's a waitress at Sam's,
this really run down diner on the outskirts of The Maze. No criminal records,
and she is definitely protective of her brother."

"Damn, our only witness and suspect won't talk."

"Well, that's not exactly true."

"What do you mean, Greywars?" Lina demanded.

"He left a message on my machine last night. He wants to
meet me one on one at Worthing park at two p.m. today. Apparently he has
something he needs to get off his chest."

Lina released a relieved sigh.

"Well, in least that's one thing going for your advantage.
Just careful of your questioning, Greywars. He didn't seem to be too anxious to
cooperate the first time."

Zel nodded, getting up from the chair again.

"Are you finished with me, chief?"

Lina nodded, relaxing a little in her chair, thoughtful again.

Zel turned and opened the door. Just before he exited, he heard
Lina speak.

"Zelgadiss?"

"Yah, Lina?"

"How exactly did you manage to make Ameria look like a
'cheap hussy?'"

"I'll explain it to you after the case is closed."

Lina laughed softly as Zel closed the door, shaking her head in
spite of herself. She picked up the folder that had been lying on her desk.
Opening it up, she stared down at the picture of Gourry Gabriev.

"How can a kid with little record of any criminal activity
be a suspect in these murders? It just doesn't make sense." Lina absently
thought to herself.

She closed the folder and turned around in the chair, staring
out from her window at the high rise buildings of Worthing.

"Dirty money and dirty games...and we're supposed to clean
it up..." she thought to herself.

An old saying came to her mind, and she laughed softly to
herself.

"Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned. How true..."
Lina smirked and watched the cold Worthing rain beat down onto the sunless city.

*****

Zelgadiss grumbled, staring at his watch. It read two p.m., and
there was still no sign of the golden haired young man. He shivered, pulling
himself tighter in his trenchcoat, staring out from under the picnic bench
awning.

"Why the hell does it always have to rain here?" Zel
thought disgusted.

His eyes scanned the large park, hoping to pick up the shape of
another person through the icy rain. There were no children about and the
playground was empty. He watched the swings go back and forth, realizing that
the wind was picking up.

"Oh great, by the time I figure out he's not coming, it's
going to be torrents."

Zel's thoughts were interrupted when he saw a figure coming from
the other side of the park. Even in the rain, Zel could make out gold.

"I can't believe it...He showed up..."

The figure came closer to the playground, now coming into view.
The young man wore a skin tight blue chest sweater and low slung blue jeans that
had more holes in them than denim. His combat boots rode high up to his knees
and his golden drenched hair clung to him. He rubbed his arms, obviously
chilled.

"Gourry Gabriev?!" Zel loudly said to the young man.

Gourry looked up, seeing Zelgadiss. He frowned for a moment,
secretly hoping that perhaps the detective would have dismissed his message. He
approached the awning, shivering.

"Detective Greywars, you came." he said warily.

Zel nodded, stepping back to allow Gourry inside the small
space. The young man shivered horribly, his teeth chattering.

"What were you doing walking in this rain?" Zel
questioned.

"Sis and I can't afford a vehicle, and since it's only
about four blocks from my place, I just walked." Gourry responded, his
teeth clicking together softly.

Zel nodded, watching as Gourry tried to wring out his hair. He
smiled a little, seeing that it was already a losing battle. The chimera slipped
off his trenchcoat and offered it to Gourry.

"I'm fine, thanks." he flatly stated.

Zelgadiss rolled his eyes and walked over to Gourry, wrapping
the trenchcoat around him. It was almost too small for the young man, but it was
dry and would warm him.

"Just take it. I can tell you're freezing."

"Is this a way to con me into saying something?"

"No, I just thought you were cold. You know, a thank you
wouldn't be completely out of place here."

Gourry looked down at the table and nodded.

"I'm sorry, detective...Thank you."

"Hey, I told you. No 'detective' stuff. Call me Zel."

Gourry nodded, his gaze still pinned to the table he sat at.

Zelgadiss went to the other side of the table and sat down,
studying the young man. Gourry laced his fingers together, drawing himself as
far as he could go into the coat.

"Yah, just give me a second...You asked me whether or not I
had a pimp last night..."

Zelgadiss nodded, hoping that the information that the narcs
gave Lina was accurate.

"I do...His name is Xellos Metallia...I've worked for him
since I was thirteen..."

Zel could feel a ball of saliva catch in his throat. This
beautiful young man had been a prostitute for that long already.

"I see. And why did you decide to tell me now, Gourry? Why
didn't you tell me last night?"

"'Cuz Filia thinks I don't work for him any more,
okay?!" Gourry suddenly burst out.

Zel leaned back, holding his hands up in a non defensive manner.

"Okay...I was just wondering...So, what can you tell me
about Xellos Metallia?"

Gourry shifted uneasily, glancing over at the park. Zelgadiss
noted secretly how his eyes scanned the whole landscape, stopping and really
watching the playground before returning back to Zel.

"What was the question again?"

"I said, what can you tell me about Xellos Metallia?"

"He, um, he owns The Night Dweller, where I do most of my
selling...He also had three prostitutes and a bodyguard. Vert and Rouge were two
of them and I'm the third. His bodyguard is called Noir, but her real name is
Phibrezo. I couldn't tell you if she had a last name, no one knows."

Zel nodded, making a motion for Gourry to go on with his
information.

Gourry nervously scanned the park again, leaning back this time
to make sure he saw the whole area.

"He's had some pretty bad business endeavors outside of
prostitution, so Vert, Rouge, and I had to up our prices. He also started making
us work earlier and we started seeing less and less of the money. Rumors started
to fly around The Maze that The Night Dweller was on the verge of closing down
if Xellos didn't find some funds and quick."

"How long ago was his 'funds problem?'" Zel asked
quietly.

"Um...about six month ago. A couple weeks after things
started looking grim, business started to pick up again, not just in the club,
but for prostitution, drug selling, weapons deals...everything that goes on in
The Maze. The Night Dweller became a major hot spot for some reason. I was
pulling in a grand a session and people were willing to pay. The Night Dweller
made close to twenty to thirty grand on Saturday's alone. But, we didn't know
where all the money came from and also we didn't know..."

Gourry's voice trailed off as he nervously got to his feet and
looked out from under the awning, his whole head searching the grounds this
time.

"Exactly what I said. In the past five months, there has
been virtually no law enforcement down in The Maze, maybe only a cop car passing
by the outskirts. There's been no speeches about the mayor cleaning up the town,
nothing. Then, Vert and Rouge get killed, and someone reports it...and you and
your little girl detective were the first ones back down there again..."

Zel couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was always assured
by Lina that The Maze was patrolled by rotating precincts, everyone taking their
turn. But, according to this young man, there was every possible crime being
committed in The Maze, and no one cared.

"You have got to be joking." Zel said.

Gourry shook his head, holding the coat close to him. He turned
back around, staring out into the wide area of the park. Gourry pulled the
collar up against his face and inhaled gently. He could smell Zel's cologne on
the collar.

"Mmm...he wears expensive stuff..." the young man
thought absently.

Zelgadiss stood up and walked over to Gourry.

"You've been edgy since you got here. Is there something
you're not telling me?"

Gourry looked at Zel, his visible sapphire eye seeming to burn
into Zel's lighter blue ones. Zel felt his heart speed up slightly, and he
frowned.

"I...I need to get going, Zel...I need to...to get back to
The Night Dweller..."

"And back to work...let me remind you Gourry, that even
though you have given me information, you're still a suspect."

Gourry stared at Zel, pushing his gold bangs away from his other
eye.

"His eyes are like jewels...Greywars, knock it off!!"
Zel reprimanded himself silently.

"I didn't kill Vert and Rouge, Zelgadiss. But, I can
guarantee that they won't be the last ones dead in The Maze. The law that we
created is still ruler down there, and the laws that the city made tend not to
be what we follow. I want you to know that I broke one of our unwritten laws
right now."

"Oh, and what is that?" Zel asked, his voice sharp.

"Never talk to a cop. Here's your coat, Detective,
thanks."

Gourry slipped off the trenchcoat and handed it to Zel.
Zelgadiss blinked, taking the coat from the taller young man. Gourry stepped
back out into the cold rain. He began to walk away.

"Gourry!" Zelgadiss suddenly shouted.

The young man stopped, turning around and wiping some of the
rain from his face.

"Yes?" he responded, his voice shaking slightly.

Zelgadiss stepped out into the rain, his bones seeming to chill
instantly. He walked over to Gourry and wrapped the coat around him.

"I've got a car...let me give you a ride."

"I don't think that would be a good idea, detective."

"It's freezing out, and I told you, call me Zel."

Gourry swallowed, staring at Zelgadiss through the rain. The
chimera refused to move, getting drenched right through his white shirt. Gourry
could make out the fine tone of his muscular frame and felt his breath stagger
slightly. He pulled his eyes quickly back to Zel's face.

"Okay, but just drop me off and leave."

Zelgadiss nodded.

"Agreed...C'mon, let's get out of the rain."

Gourry followed Zel to his car parked a little ways from the
picnic bench. He glanced over his shoulder one more time, seeing no one in the
park. He released a soft sigh and opened up the car door and slipped inside the
safety of the vehicle.

*****

The two figures watched from behind a large tree as Gourry and
Zelgadiss got into Zel's car. It had been difficult staying hidden, as the gold
haired young man kept watching the grounds. But, they had managed.

They weren't close enough to hear any of the conversation, but
from the look on Gourry's face, it had said the whole story.

"What do we do now?" the first figure asked, his jewel
in his forehead beading with rain.

"We go and tell the boss...and see what happens..."
the other responded, his blue black hair gathering the raindrops. He laughed
coldly and turned from the tree, his comrade following behind him.

*****

Zelgadiss stopped at the alleyways that Gourry had directed him
too. He couldn't believe the state of the buildings located near The Maze.

"The city should be fixing these." he said quietly.

"Yah, well, I wouldn't rely on the city to be doing too
much." Gourry responded, his voice bitter.

Zel looked at Gourry for a moment and then sighed.

"If you want to tell me anything else, Gourry,
call..." Zel noted softly. Almost as an afterthought, he gently squeezed
Gourry's shoulder. "Or if you want to just talk..."

Gourry stared at Zel, the feel of the detective touching him,
sending a thousand sensations through his body.

"Um, yah, I will..." he replied nervously.

Gourry removed the trenchcoat, offering it to Zel. The chimera
shook his head, smiling.

"Nah, you keep it. You got a ways to still get to your
place and we don't need you any more soaked than you already are." Zel
smiled slightly.

"It could be a while, Gourry. I'm not worried. Thank you
for the information and have a good afternoon."

Gourry nodded, closing the car door and walking down the alley.
Zelgadiss watched him pull down the ladder in the rain and crawl up the slick
steps and onto the platform to his apartment door. He pulled up the ladder,
locking it before unlocking the door. Zel saw him turn and look at the car. He
waved and then went inside.

"Have a good day, Gourry..." Zel thought softly to
himself. He took a deep breath and sighed. His car smelt like Gourry's hair,
clean and sweet.

"Greywars, you don't like men...you know that!"

He snapped himself out of his reverie and quickly pulled the car
from it's parking space and made his way back to the station.

*****

Gourry pulled the coat from his head, staring at the worn brown
leather of the trench. He wandered over to the bed and sat down, gazing at the
lining inside. There was a small label with Zelgadiss's name embroidered inside.
Gourry smiled and then Filia's words drifted into his mind.

"You like him, don't you?"

"Wha? No, I don't..."

"Yah, you do. I saw the way you were looking at him through
the pick up window..."

Gourry felt his bottom lip quiver, and he clutched the jacket
close to him. He only released the leather for a moment to undo his boots and
then he laid down on the bed. He buried his face into the softness, inhaling
Zel's expensive cologne.

"I'll give it back when it stops raining..." his words
echoed in his mind.

Gourry felt tears slide down his cheeks as he kissed the coat
secured in his arms.

"I hope it never stops raining..." he whispered to himself, closing
his eyes and letting his mind wander free.